Colors of Death

This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story with a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count.

Here goes my attempt, hope you guys like it.


Gaping out the resto’s window, anxiously shifting in my seat, waiting for the call. Colorful bottles on the rack outside remind me of how I loved colors as a kid, an irony to what I am now.

Past them I see the tall blonde enter. My target has arrived, the cell rings a cue. I pull my gun out and stand pointing at her. She turns to look at me as I gaze into heaven.

Feeling the pain, falling back in my seat, shot, hearing the window glass crash and falling colors outside are the last I see.



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